New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 29, 1927, Page 4

| Quicksands of Love Adele Garrison’s New Phase of —— Revelations of a Wife Jdack Leslie's Revengeful Spirit Stirs Madge's Fears T turned a startled face to Lilllan although the idea which she had Just advanced was not new to me, but I found it upsetting to have my 'couldn't parse own secret fear voiced openly. “You think then——" I hesitated and she answered my unspoken question. “I think that Jack Leslie has been trying to win Mary's love—yes,” she sald decidedly. “So do you, only you baven't sald it out loud yet. How far he's succeeded nobody but Mary knows, although her swoon at Dieky's splel about Noel Veritzen and Jack being at sword's points over the mysterious masked dancer would indicate that her heart was engaged to the point of fierce jeal- ousy.” “I agree with you that it looks that way,” I said slowly as she paused. “And it certainly means endless esplonage. 1 vreally had thought that we were free of the ragnace of Jack Leslie when we had not seen him for so long.” 'You'll never be free from that meénace as long as Mary's your re- aponkibdility,” Lillian said. 1 opened my eves wide, for this 1dea of eternal devotion upon Jack Leslte’s part dld not jibe with my preconceived notions of the dancer. “Do you think he's in love with her then?” I asked. “Of course, I know she's wonderfully attractive and unustally beautiful, but surely & man before the public, as he Is, tions of many By Thomton W. Burgess Bukpicion is & horrid thing, And from it many troubles spring. —Mother West Wind Never had Chalterer the Red | Bquirrel been more upset. No, ®ir, | never Rad Chatterer been more up- | | READ THIS FIRST: | | Bobble Ransgm, a demure little “In love!" Lilllan repeated scorn- | school teacher of 22, is anything | |fully. “That epitomized bluefish but the flip kind of girl you wouM hasn't the slightest Idea of the mean- | expect to be movie-struck. How- | ing of the word. It's a8 much as he | ever that is exactly what she ia.| can do to spell it. He certainly For years she has been dreaming it. He may be at- of going to Hollywood to “break tracted to her. She's fresh and win- | into” plctures. | some enough to attract even a blase, The only drawback of her ambi- spoiled lad like him. But, on the tion is lack of mone® for she is |othe hand, he may not have the |extravagant, and money has a way slightest interest of that sort in her.” | of slipping throug! her fingers like | “Then why?" I began, bewlldered. | water. | “Did you ever hear of an emotion | She asks her fathet and her called revenge?” Lillian asked quiz- | spinster Aunt Gertrude to lend her zieally. | some money to take her to Holly- )ten,” I replied promptly. “But wood. But they both refuse to let I dow't see— O, you mean be- |her have a cent for such a “wild cause she's Philip Veritzen's pro- goose chase.” So does Andrew Jer- tegee?” |rold, who's in love With her and “I though it would finally | wants her to stay at home and marry ¢.late through your alleged brain,” [ him. she said. “Jack Leslie hates the| Finally, just before school opens | Veritzens, father and son, with a|onc September, Bobble's chance | whole-heartedness and vigor that | comes. Mrs. Parkins, a well-to-do would make him a successful man | widow with whom Bobbie's widowed |it he applied those qualities to any 'father is In love, lends her the | decent line of endeavor. Anything money she wants, much to Mr. Ran- he could do to spoil any cherished 'som's displeasure. He, like Andy, | | plan of Philip Verltzen's would be belleves that woman's place Is the simply nuts, also ralsins, to him. To home. |take this young girl on whom Phil| In Hollywood Bobbie finds a com- | Veritzen is counting for one of the | fortable room at the home of Mrs. most spectacular triumphs of his| Mangan, who's just as peculiar as ! career—oh, yes, T happen to kpow she can be. She makes a god of her that particular little thing about Phil house, and always looks like an over- | —and drag her down from that high ' worked drudge, herself. She allows | plane in some spectacular way which 'the four girls who room in her | would mortify Veritzen—that is t house to use her kitchen, and they thing I'm afrald the ‘capering cock- | keep their food in separate tin box- roach,’ as Dicky so appropriately |es, to Bobbie's endless amusement. ! | calls him, is planning to do.” | Mrs. Mangan is as finicky as an old Copyright, 1927, by Newspaper [ maid. Feature Service, Inc. | One of the girls, Stella Delroy. | whose real name is Stella Riggs, an extra girl in the movies. Through her, Bobbie sees the casting direc- |for at the Magnifica Studios, a Mr. | Ebbinger, and leaves her name and telephone number with him. While | Bobble is in his office, a good look- |ing director named Angus Some- | thing-or-other, who had been point- | ed out to her by Stella, pauses at the | door and stares at her. A few hours iluter a telephone call comes to Bob- ble from the Magnifica Studlos, She | breathlessly tells Mrs. Mangan she |is sure it is from Mr. Ebbinger. |NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY | CHAPTER XI i | | per- “Miss Ransom?" asked the deep | voice at the other end of the wire. | Bobbie took it for granted that | the voice belonged to Mr. Ebbinger. | Telephone voices sound pretty {much alike, anyway. And so it | was not until hours later that she found she wasn't talking to Mr | Ebbinger at all—but to someon: else! “Yes, she an- set. Some one had emptied one of | his storehouses. Not so much as a kingle nut was left there. honesty among the little people of the Green Forest and the Green Meadows is a different matter from | honesty among we humans. If one of these little people finds something some one else has hidden, to it isn't considered wrong. So though Chatterer had hidden those ruls in that particular place, and they really did belong to him, he krew that whoever had found them and taken them away considered that they were now his. He really didn't mind the loss of the nuts at all, for he had plenty. It was just the idea that some one had been smart enough to find his secret storehouse that. made Chatterer angry. First he followed Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel and spied on every minute he could. He sus- pected Happy Jack and he thought that if he kept watch of Jack he might find out where Happy Jack had taken those nuts. But Happy Jack -didn't lead him to any such finding. care. Whenever he chanced to meet Chatterer he didn’t act in the least | from the practice of medicine. guilty. Maybe it wasn't Happy Jack,”|due to #ail Chatterer to himself. “Perhaps it was that big red cousin of mine, Rusty the Fox Squirrel. I never did like that fellow. I don't consider that he has any business over here in the Green Forest anyway. er Happy Jack nor I asked him ‘to cofne. #nd see what he is about. The more I think of it, the more I am in- ¢lined to belicve that it was Rusty. He can’t do anything like that to me and get away with it." So Chatterer tagged along after Rusty the Fox Squirrel until the oth- er got very angry. “What are you following me ahout for?” he de- manded. “I want to know what yon did #ith the nuts yon stole from me,” retorted Chatterer. “I didn’t steal any you,” declared Rust “Well, you stole storehousa and that's the same thing,” retorted Chatterer. 6 such thing! Do you mean to T am a thief?" cricd Rusty, growing angrier and angrie I guess that's about i Chatterer. Then Rusty started after Chatter. er and drove him throu the trea. tops, each seolding and calling the oher bad names and m no end of a fuss, “Tan't it lovely!" eried a; he listened. You kno nothing Sammy enjoys more qiarrel beiween other peop N Chatterer was too spr: Rusty, and after a bit Rusty u Chatterer decided vas hungry. Not far o'her one of his was a small one. in which tn away some very choleo biechnuts, He decided to slip over to it and get some of those ch bechn But he made nobody saw him. When that little storehous ful shock. For a mo: qiite specchless. Th tengue and you should have it go. My, you have heard & You wasn't a besehnut in fhat little store- hause, Somebody had taken the €an you guees who it was? Chatte #ouldn't. (Copyright, 12 nuts from them from my retorted king th than a ¢ for gy ¢ he stor It ice sure that reached had b Goead- it left hir 2 found his ard uld h 27, by T. W. Burgess) Tha naxt story: “Chattarer Grows ThIA" him | But then, | | Happy | 1t Happy Jack knew which was a form of secondary ane- | that he was being watched, he didn't | mia largely affecting young girls, eith- | Tl keep an eye on him a bit | The deep e began to hurl questions at her, and she managed to answer them calmly, although her brain was whirling. Yes, she could be at the Magnifica Studios ' the next morning at eight-thirty sharp. Yes, she had an evening dress of her own. Yes, it was new and right up to the minute, and she had silver slippers and a lace fan, { too. | “Goodby, and thanks very much, | Mr. Ebbinger,” she said when ail | the questions had been asked and | answered. | She clanged “What are you following me about for?" he démanded Your Healtfi How to Keep It— | the recelver back | |on its hook, and stood there with | her fingers pressed hard agalnst | her temples, for a minute. Could {it really be true? Did she really { have a job in the movies? It seemed like a dream she was caught in— BY DR. MORRIS FISHBEIN “Well, it certainly didn't take Editer Journal of the American |you very long to get started, did Medical Association and of Hy- {it?” the thin voice of Mrs. Mflnznn‘ geia, the Health Magazine [Jerked her back to earth. H | Mrs. Mangan had gone back to' During the past quarter of a cen- | her sitting room window where she | tury a disease known as chlorosis, | was sewing green mull ruffling onto new white organdy curtains. The thin silky mull kept catéhing on her work-roughened fingers as’ | she worked. i Bibbie stood looking down at [ her. Mrs. Mangan went drab and | ' down-at-heel and unlovely in order that her curtains might be fresh !and snowy, her floors shining like glass, and her whole house a thing | of beauty and a joy forever. Bhe wore faded house dresses | that showed her wrinkled neck, pulled her hair back into a aull hard knob at the back of her head, and never used a grain of powder on her colorless face. Where most women might get a “kick” out of ! themselves in their best and gad- | ding about, Mrs. Mangan got hers | | by staylng at home and fussing | They found that muscle fibers | with her house and the little gar- | are valuable to the production of | den plot behind it. blood-building products in anemic | §he had no vanity, and no beauty. animals. In order to produce | But she worshiped beauty. hemoglobin, the red coloring of | Her round eyes, that always the blood, which is charged with made Bobbie thi of currants the carrying of oxygen, practically stuck into bread dough, were fas- all meat was of value. However, |tened now at the girl's eagor flushed chicken gizzards, pig body muscle, |face in rapt admiration. ¢ heart and beef muscle were| “Land sake But it's no won- the order given. der you got a call right aw seems 10 be Miss Ransom!” she said. “You favorably diet ought for promoting rapid if anybody ever did. You've got the blood cells what I'd call a regular movie-face. during severe Big eyes, nice features and that| xample, to hair! 1 never saw such hair | cooked daily on a human. What do you do to 4 a productior it to make it that color?” 100 grams of h Not a thing,” Bobbie answered o-week diet pariod She had often been asked | produced by question before. “You know, ding. TI've been a school teacher up till Miik a Poor Builder now, and &chool teachers aren't las an supposed to bleach thelr hair any in mora than they're supposed to smoke cigarettes, { “A school teacher!” gan's eyes looked more like our- rants than ever. “Land sak you mean to say you ga wonderful profession like hing to come here and be irl in the movies?" was plain that she found it! to be s that Bobbie could been such a goose aid,” the girl I gave Causes of Iliness seems to have disappeared entirely The condition was apparently the habits of life, consist- a secluded existence in- the avoidance of the substances in t diet which have largely to do with the building of the blood. Valuable Foods Investigations carried modern laboratories certain cially va ing of doors and out in | indicate that food substances are espe- | ble in building up the blood. The Univer: of Roch- | ester School of Medicine has con. | ducted a number of investigationt with foods provided by the live. stock interests and administered by the National Rescarch Council to land In the movies right | one of factors production of and hemoglo- anemia. For 0 grams of in the diet of from 60 ozlobin in a ahove tho a standard red bin 00 to nount 1d-f | Milk valuable providing in- min- extremely the of many factors importance, vitamins and On the other hand, to stand at the foot of class of dictary s anees for ging ahout rapld regeneration of the blood in severe anemia. This 15 important in tempting children up tor con from in- fections Milkk al 1 1 cireumstances will the blood-building through mention Ludir Mrs. Man- cral it s the some an | specially to build leseance e wrd un- 1 up other v, all my who wanted me provide stane sub- other a vro have fat mor: 50 valuable that have the food b and b the been . girl!"” Mrs. rly as meat r head drearily. “You | tioned must-a T was, “movie crazy She pink men- been Bébbie assured her, T still upstairs, Kimono and pinnad a READ HERALD CLASSIFTED ADS | FOR YOUR WANTS took off hef towel | aréund her shoulders. Then she opened her top dresser drawer, took from it four or five sticks of grease-paint, and began to make up her face. At the end of fifteen minutes, the pupils In the first-reader roo at Locust school back home, would never have recognized their dear, dear teacher! she said bitterly. ly. “I've forgotton how it teels to be thrilled about — anything," Not for a long time did Bobbie understand that | bitterness of Stella's, and then was too late to help her. Besgldes, it rarely sh lip, indee her troubles Her brown eyes, with soft grease | by & hint. paint shadows around them, were as big as pansies. 'The lashes curved out from the lids in thick | jet-black points. And agalnst the | creamy velvet of her skin her mouth was a flaming Cupid's bow. She caught up a bright yellow silk scarf from the open drawer of the dresser and bound it around her head, low above the straight black brows. Then she leaned away from the mirror to get the effect. It was startling, but good. She certainly didn't look like anybodys' idea of a school teacher now. 8he certainly looked noth- ing like Andy Jerrold's perfect wife, either. “And i Aunt Gertrude met me | on the street looking like this she'd never speak to me,” said Bobble to herself, and glggled at tho | thought. But she was beautiful. past eight, . Bobbie door of the casting office at the Magnifica Studios. |into girls The next morning at stood owed {tself. | Most of the time Stella kept a very stiff upper d, and told to no one—not even a quarter at the At half past eight she walked the office with Mr. dashing brunet el who had been waiting with {her on the sidewalk pepper tree that shaded® the door- way. leven other under a big o Ebbinger's stenographer—a who looked like a bathing beauty—gave her a slip of paper with her “Where do I go?" in with her. The blue-eyed one loo! were sizing her up. out to Mr. Ebbinger: ay, Ebby, where do name on it and | paid no further attention to her. Bobbie asked idea of a la pert blue-eyed girl who had come ked her up |and down, for a moment, as ifgshe Then she ang es this girl | More | go? With me? Why doesn't some- beautiful, in a made-up unreal kind |body take charge of things around of way, than she cver had been be- fore. The palnt, somehow, gave her face a lure and a dash that it had never had for all its loveliness, | and Bobbie knew it. You can fool a woman about a good many things, but ‘you cannot fodl her about the way she looks! | ) Bobbie purpogely left a little smearing of the brown grease paint around her eyes that night when she met Stella at Hgnry's restan- rant for supper. She liked the way it made them look—big and soft and drcamy. She left a little of the rouge on her mouth, too, so that it glowed like a geranium petal in her rose- | white face. Men turned look at her as the boule and her chin to take a second she walked along with her head up in. For all her little- ness and slimness, she walked like a queen — or, at any rate, the way queens are supposed to walk. She saw Stella coming toward her a minute before Stelln caught sight of her. And in that minute she noticed how Stella's fect dragged and how there weré two bitter little lines from the corners of Stella’s nose down te her lips. Hollywood had made those two cruel little lines in Stella's face. Hollywood, and disappointment and discouragement and disiilnsionment. But it won't do it to me!” Bob- promised herself. “It isn't go- ' ing to beat me! I'm going to beat Hollywood!" She went up to Stella and caught her by one arm of the cheaply smart velvet jacket that was be- ginning to show white along the seams. “Hello, Doleful Dora!” she greet- ed her cheerfully, “come along, we're going to hop into a cab and roll over to Marchetti's for ravioli tonight. It's my party—I'm cele- brating my first jeb! Got a call from Magnifica this afternoon! Isn't that marvelous? Aren't you surprised ?" But there was no surprise in the white the velvetegn | Jjacke “I know all about it,” Stella an- swered evenly. “I happened to be in the costing office when Mac- Cloud called you up. 1 guess he'd been talking to Bill Ebbinger about you." MacCloud! That was the name Bobble had been trying to remem- | ber ever since the day before. The name of the man with the blue eyes. The man who had popped into the casting office that very morning. Angus MacCloud. “So I was talking to she rthused when she and | Stella were in cab. *“And T| thought it was Mr. Ebbinger all the time. Well, anyway, I'm to| face above Mr. Mae- | | be at the studlo tomorrow morning at eight-thirty sharp, with an eve- | ning dress and a fan and some fancy slippers—I'm just thriled to pleces, Stella!” Stella looked at her wondering- | life by drcssmgl_ “DON'T YOU RNOW WHAT A HO MONICA |here, anyway? |hasn't got no more system than a Wi Honest. Bolshevik railroad—" iss Ransom's for ber three,” said the bru rapher coldly, taking Bobbie's slip. stage num- net stenog- a look at “Come on, then, honey, haul your hips out of he d the blue-eyed girl orde and Bobbie obediently f out of the casting off the sunshine. Down a long white went to a white plaster the very end. Above hung a sign that creake wind moved it. Upon it ed, “Women's Dressing Up we go!" cried ing Bobbie throu Vithin vas a fi teps that led to the Che dressing room enormous. Around row of looking gl shelves and stools before Some of the girls hac {in make-up boxes on and were getting ready their faces. Others were just step their short scant str They called to each they had all known eac a long have felt out of place rassed without the blue- Sit down here next ordered, “and tell me yo its follow with me.” red Bobbie, ollowed her lce out into alley they building at a doorway d when the was paint- Rooms." Monica, shov- wooden ond floor. was bare and walls ran a rough them. d laid their | the shelves, to make up ping out of cet dresges. other, as if h other for time — and Bobbie would and embar- eyed girl. to me,” she ur name. I never saw you before, did 127, Bobbie shook her head. “This is my she confess what to do. 1. Hel name's irl said yours." ank look her eyes, and |leancd out of the open side her. Bebbie turned ot or whom she tvas ss the courtyard ca in a tan shirt an s MacCloud! first tim “and e in a stu- 1 don't p me out a Montca Mont,” the | shortly. i suddenly came into i she stood up and Sstepped from the dark hallway out | h window be- her head to see looking at. me a young nd knickers. His light blue eyes were on the But no shadow crossed his face them. They ir of Kewpie of as might dolls se! thinks lhe's he's helping this plcture,” Monica she dropped back on t “but he's just one of t wood cowboys, after all. simp!" Bobbie stared at he “Don’t you know w wood cowhoy 1s?” Mon She shook her head “Why, he's a sheil pink. A Iady thinks he's one “T uscd to know him, b otten it. you won JLLYWCOD ASKED COWBOY h Schultz iller, n | ' Monlca. explained. | |two girls in the window abov expression he watched have been a t up on the ' | window sill, so far as he was con- nderful be- with sneered, as o her stool, hese Holly- The poor puzzled. at a Holly- ica asked. A parlor ind Angus ut he's for- Come here and T'll show how to put that grease-paint 180 it | this office | on your eye-lids—" ?mu)’ look like a can of paint on Ten minutes later, they were all the film. You never can tell how ready to go on the set. Bobbie, in a girl Is going to photograph.” pale pink evening dress, looked| Bobble smiled serenely. 8he “like a piece of French pastry,” ®o| knew she would not logk like & can Monica said. f of paint! BShe knew that her pho- “You do!” she declared. “How togtaphs were always flattering. { anything twenty-two years old| Just inslde the doorsvay of the . could look like a ehild ef sixteen building was a shtall white-painted I don't know. But you do! office. In the middle of it sat a As it she were angry with Bob-| woman all #h black. Her white ble for looking so young and in- . hait lay in smooth scallops around | nocent, she gave dier a vicious lit- | her face, and she wore glasses on | tle 44b between the shoulder blades. 'the bridge of high aristocratic ' “Well, go on!" she snapped. nose. This was' Mrs. Hammond, “Let's go down!” We aren't going the wardrobe mistress at the Mag-, jto earn our seven-fifty a day stand- | nifica Studlos. i | ing here on one foot, you know!" “Morning, Mrs. Hammond,” sald They started down the long ' Monica, who seemed to be on fa- wooden flight. Halfway down, Bob- millar terms with everybody in the ! ble who was ahead caught one Place. *“This is a new girl that Mr |heel of her little silver shoes in Schultz sent over. He wants you the stalis. She felt hefself fall-|to fit her up with one of the pink ing—put out & hand to save her-|ballet costumes that he used for self—and then plunged down the thé dancers In 'Ruffles. " long flight. 3 Mrs. Hammond stood up and Dimly she knew she was falling. ‘YJ?(‘an_ed Bobbie to follow her. ,Then she felt as if everything in They went upstairs to a great the world ecrashed down on the barn-like room where racks and crown of her head, showering stars racks of bright-cploreg dresses all over her, and then—lightning- hung in ralhbow-colored rows. :cludned darkness. { Velvets all spangled with silver 1and gold, gally eolored hoopskirts, | Red Cross uniforms, chiffon dress- es of the lagt century, and finally on a rack in a dark corner the pink ballet dresses. There was not much to them. Just a wide bodice with spangled shoulder straps, and a puf? of short airy tulle skirts, Mrs. Hammond fan her eyes over Bobble's slenderness, took a mecAsurement here and there, and then handed her one of the cos- _tumes. 2 “I think you'll be able to get into this one, Miss—er,” she said in a voice that made Bobbie think of Aunt Gertrude. “And here are tho tights and the ballet slippers that belong with it She opened a door and left Bob- tbie alone in a room with walls of white:washed brick. There was noting in it but a lofig mirror and a cluster of electric lights. “You can try them on in here," she told the girl, and closed the door. When Bobble opened it five min- | {utes later she felt as light as a“ feather. And she looked like a ! pink feather blown along by a wind as she ran down the stairs to the floor below. | “Well, here'I am!” she greeted | Monica with a laugh that had a | note of pure hapiness in it. oth- | ing makes a girl feel half so light- | hearted as the knowledge that she | ‘is looking her very best—and Bob- ! bie was. i CHAPTER XII | When Bobbie's brown eyes flut- .tered open, she was lylng on the {floor at the foot of the wooden ! stalrs. 1 | The first thing that she saw was the face of a man who:was kneel- iing beside her. One of his hands ,was under her head and the other | \waved a green bottle of smelling salts before her nose. hen another face swam into her vision—Monieca’s snub-nosed lttle itace, with its wide blue eyes and round red O of a mouth. Monica was smiling to kerself in a secret sneering sort of way—as if at some sly joke of her own. “Feel bettet mnow, little lady asked the man with the eye-shad and Bobbie nodded dreamily. “Only my head aches,” she said. She was thinking that this man had thg kindest faee she had &ver seen in her life. It was a eclever face, too. Thin and dark and keen, with eyes that seémed to have a lot of sympathy and human under- standing written in them. | He helped Bobbie to her feet, and turned to Monica. “Take her over to Mrs. - Ham- mond, Monica, and ask her to fit her up with one of those pink bal- let dresses we used in the last pic- ture,” he said. “And then bring her over on the set when you | come.” He turned to go. stopped and picked up a small bright object from the dusty floor. -1t was a heel ,made of silver-cloth with bent nails | sticking up in it —®the treacherous heel had caught on the steps and thrown Bobbis headlong. “I guess this belongs to wou, doesn’t it?" he asked, and was off. Bobbie looked at it unhappily Then she glanced up at Monica. “Ruined a perfeetly good pair |of slippers!” she said. “Look— the silver cloth is all torn at the iside. And they cost sixteen dol- lars.” Monica didn't say a word. But her sidelong glance was plighting in its scorn { chair, sat Joan Joyce, herself. “You should worry about your| *“0-0-oh!" breathed Bobbi ,slippers!” she said. “They turned she caught sight of her, the trick for you, didn't they?” 1] Bobble stared at her, as they | | » . Stage Number Three was ve dafk and gloomy except for tl one bright spot where Roy Schuliz | was directing a scene from “The | Dryad in the Dale,” starring the { famous Joan Joyce. { That spot was very bright in- | ideed. The set was part of a supper ' room showing a long table a-glitter !with glass and silver and tall can- | dles, ~ The extra girls | dresses, and i in their evening | several good-looking | extra men, were siiting at it. At one end, lolling In a high-backed when “Joan “What's so wonderful about |1 ' asked Monica with a bored into the alley. It was very hot and !air. “I think she looks like a hunk | bright and the plaster buildings on | of ice, mysel ithe other side of it looked sharply | But Bobbie couldn’t take her { white against the blazing blue sky. (eyes from the famous star. One of the buildings had the didn't know then that Joan Joyce' iwords, “Women's Wardrobe” paint- ' golden hair was a wig, and that| led above the doorway, and it was lhecaven-blue grease paint gave her | towards this building that the two eyes that Jure and mystery. ,girls turned. I She simply knew that she was | Whatever do you mean? Tuined |{looking at the real Joan Joyce | ; what trick for me?” Bobbie asked, ; whom she had watched on the sil- , blinking in the sudden glare. iver sheet for years. And in her Monica tossed her shining black | own eyves, as she went forward, d. * lwas the starry look of a child that | “stop sees its first Christmas tree! ! kid me, She stood just within the white dently. “You know you fired your- | circle of light, poised like a flower selt down stairs on purpose! You on its stalk, lips half parted with a saw Roy Schultz coming, and you wistful smile, and one hand held | thought you'd risk breaking the old ' against the spray of tawny silk neck just to get his attention! roses on her breast. {Well, you did get it. But don't{ That was the way Angus Mac- | {think I didn't see what you were |Cloud saw Bobble for the first ! doing, honey, because I did. Y've time in make-up. jknown extra girls to pull all kinds| He was standing back in the of wild stunts to get a little notice, dimness behind the four clicking but you take first prize. You sure cameras when she came on the aol¥ (set. It was the fourth time he | Bobbie was had seen her in the four days since time she stopped she had.come to' Hollywood—but Monica really think that she had he never had a good look at her risked bréaking her precious neck |until that moment. {just to get the attention of the| The other three times she had { famous director? | been, for him, just an extremely | For she knew now that the man . pretty girl who would do much | Jv'uh the kind sharp eyes was Roy toward decorating a picture — or | Sehultz, one of the best-known | ywho would do for a small flirtation. }mm'lm;-pirmre directors in the A drive up in the hills, supper at ;world. Roy Schultz, whose war |Montmartre. Somecthing like that. | picture, “Helmets,” was the plcture| But this time there Wwas some- iof the year. ROy Bchultz, who was thing about her that he hadn't seen | directing Joan Joyce in “The ' phetore — something that touched IDryad in the Dale.” Oh, yes, Bob- him deeply. Perhaps It was the | {ble knew all about Roy Schultz. wistful little smile that lifted the i He was a top-notcher. corners of her mouth. Or perhaps “So that was Roy Schifltz!” she it was the eager look in her big gasped out at last. “Why, I can't cyes. A look that was almost pa- believe it!” She shook her head thetic in its eagerness. {in real bewilderment. ! At any rate, -there was some- | “Apple cake!” sneered Moniea. | thing about tHe slim poised pink | “You knew who he was all right— : figurc that stirred him as the sight {but you were a right smart girl to!of no other woman ever had—and | |do what you did, and I také off he had scen nothing but beautiful | | my hat to vou." women for ten or eleven years. | They walked on in silence. Hver since he had been worlking | Later on Bobbie found out that around studios, as a matter of fact. ; What Monica said was true onough. | There is an émotion that we call There was nothing some extra girls | “love at first sight.” The French | | would leave undone in their efforts | pcople call it a “flash of lightning.” | to make some director or other no- [ But whatever its name is, it is cer- tice them. tainly the most dangerous kind of “I've known them even to fall out' hyman affection. For it can lead of beats in water-pictures and to almost anything. pretty mearly drown,” Monica went | gometimes it is over almost as on, pushing Bobbie ahead of her a8 'soon as it begins—like a flash of they opened the door of the ward- lightning. Sometimes it lasts, and rohe building. “Just to get a little | while it does it is,a very real and | notice—just to make some diregtor powerful thing. | remember them, You see, extra, And that was the thing that haps |girls are just a background, and | pened to MacCloud as he stood in | they're always trying to get out of the dimness beyond a movie set {that background — I'm just begin- | on a September afternoon, and saw ning to get out of it. I've worked ! Bobbie Ransom walk into the bril- for Roy Schultz for yoars, and he's | liance of the Klieg lights. just waking up to {le fact that I} Hig eyes stayed on her face as [know how to look funny. I'm|she turhed to say something to going to have a little part in this | Roy Rchultz, who came waiking up new picture—just a teeny one.” )m her the minute the light flashed She put her head to one side, | off. {and loeked at Bobbie with that| “I'm all right now, thanks” was Iblank stare that women wear t0|what she said, and MacCloud found hide their jealousy. { himself tensely llstening for the “I ‘wondsr what he wants you to | sound of her voice. on 4 ballet dréss for” she| Tt was a lovely volce, and it did “1 don't halieve he'd give | love when Bobble Was you a special Bit. Why, you haven't| happ: ed as she was now. evén had a sereén test yét. You It seemed rize like witgs and | heay ! that stuff! Don't try to Birdle!” she said impu- | specchloss by the talking. Did to | paper and steam | (Copyright, 19 to flutter like them, before it fell to a low note. MacCloud -could hear it above the melancholy sound of “The Ve- netlan Love Song"” that the studio musicians were playing, in order that Miss Joan Joyce might ery in this particular scene. Mlss® Joyce could always cry to “The Venetian Love Song,” when noth- ing else could squeeze a tear out of her! Every studio has who plays a little folding organ for the benefit -of the ac When there is a sad scene, th music is sad. And when the scene Is to be gay and cheerful the rusic is jazzy and peppy. 'm too happy to feel upsct and headache-y now!"” Bobble's light voice rippled en above the sobbing of the love song. “Oh, Mr. Schultz, I think this is the most wonderful work in the world<being in the movies!" Roy Schultz looked at her sol- emnly. He knew people as few peo- ple ever know them. And he had sized Bobble up as exactly what she was—a tenderly reared gir) who knew nothing of the seamy side of life. Who never could buck up against things the way Monica Mont cold, for instance. Who was created soft and gentle for the an organist | soft and gentle things of life. “It's the most heart-breaking me in the world—the movies,” he told her. “And it's worse for a woman to be in than it is for a man. So unless you've got & hide like a hippopotamus and the cour- age of a lion, you haven't any busi- ness staying in it. I'm going to glve you a bit in this scene—and then you may not have another day's work for two weeks. It's tough game!" “Not for me!” Bffbie answercd him, and wondered why he shook his head_ as he filled a medicipe dropper With glycerine to mak tears on the cheeks of Miss Joan Joyce, the star. And then, all at once, she stopped wondering. For a man had stepped out of the shadows behind the cameras and was coming toward her. A man with ice-blue eyes, and hair that was just the shade of h tan necktie and his golf stockings “MacCloud!"” said Bobble to her- self. She felt her face grow hof, and wondered if he could see her blush in the dimness. (To Be Continued) Mena.; for tlnefifh'amily (BY SISTER Breakfast. . Baked a MARY) winter pears | hominy porridge, thin cream, boile salt’ mackerel, coftee, Luncheon—Oyster ramikins, toast muffins, radishes, marmaladc, steamed cocoa pudding, milk, tea. Dinner—Chicken en casserole, mashed potatoes, corn croquettes cress and orange salad, wholc bran muffine, miik { wheat bread, date and nut pudding milk, coftee. Steamed Cocoa Pudding One cup flour, 2 teaspoons baking wder, 1-4 teaspoon salt, 1 egg, 1-2 cup milk, 1-2 cup sugar, 1-2 cu} cocoa, 2 tablespoons butter, 12 cuj chopped dates, 1-2 teaspoon vanilla Mix and sitt flour, salt, baking powder, sugar and cocoa. Beat yoll n | of egz until light gradually beatir in milk. Add to dry ingredien: with butter which has heen softened. Beat mixture well and stir in dates. Add white of egg beaten until stift and dry. Turn into a buttercd mold, eover with heavy buttered for 1% hours, Serve with whipped cream or hari sauce flavored with orange. Service, Inc.) R FANNY SAYS: e ©1827 BY NEA SERVICE, INC. Pcople have no business kissing —that’s a pleasure. TREE-TOP STORIEG g MUSIC A CRICKET played his fiddle in the tall grass. The tiny notes somnded so lively as Marjorie walked by. “I'll stop and dance & while,” she said. She took tiry steps on her tip- toes, and whitled around and around, while the cricket wént on playing. The wind came and danced with Marjorie, and played with hee hair. he Thistle-fairies came, too. “ThA{ was fun!” cried Marjorie when the fiddler stopped. “Thank you, Mr. Cricket. Yout playing it very finc, indeed.” ow I s'pose he is bowing wly” she, thought as she walked away.